The Mist and the Lightning. Part 11. Ви Корс
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Название: The Mist and the Lightning. Part 11
Автор: Ви Корс
Издательство: ЛитРес: Самиздат
Жанр: Героическая фантастика
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“I understand that you want to suck me off, but I don’t understand how you’re going to do it,” said Kors, and his cock became erect.
Seeing that his actions had achieved the desired result, Arel turned sideways again, directed Kors’ cock straight into the slit of the leather mask and further into the hole. Kors, obviously not expecting that he would not meet any resistance of his cheek, lost his balance, leaning on Arel, and Arel made several movements with his head here and there.
And Kors shouted:
“You motherfucker!” He shied away from Arel, pulling out his cock, pushing the leather of the mask sideways with his hands, already understanding everything.
“No!” He grabbed his throat with his hand as if he was about to vomit. There was no trace of the former fun on his face.
“What a disgust,” Kors barely uttered and rushed, bent over, into the next room. Arel didn’t move and sat in the same position, waiting for Kors to vomit, come to his senses and return.
Finally he returned to the room.
“Are you still here?!” he asked in surprise when he saw that Arel was still sitting on the platform, without changing his posture.
“Go away, Arel! Get your clothes, all your keys and locks, and get out!” Unable to bear it, Kors shouted. And then he said more calmly: “Go away before I strangled you out of pity, in order to finish your torment!”
And Prince Arel, without looking up, quickly gathered his things and left the hospitable room.
He returned to his room and sat rigidly on the bed while Ver busily laced up his mask again. When Ver was closing the lock, they suddenly heard a noise in the courtyard. There were hooves and Valentine’s shouting. Ver froze for a moment, and then said:
“Kors has left the building.”
Chapter five
Arel’s story
Returning, Nikto, Lis and Karina were unpleasantly surprised. Lis and Karina sincerely couldn’t understand what had happened and why Kors left.
“What's going on?!” Lis shouted. “He has brought almost a thousand selected warriors! Has he changed his mind?! Won’t he give them to us now?!”
Karina stood bewildered, seeing how upset Lis was, in what confusion he was, tears flowed from her eyes.
“Arel, why has Kors left?!” Lis tried to learn, but the prince stood like a statue. And he barely managed to pronounce:
“I don’t know…”
“No use from you!” Lis waved aside. “You moron!” He flung the chair away from him with force. “Kors brought the army and now changed his mind?! We are left with an army of less than five hundred units?! Are we going to storm the fortress with the help of rednecks and half-bloods?! We will not be able to carry out a tactical maneuver and will have to bluntly hit in the forehead! We will be overturned!!!”
“Please, stop,” Karina shouted, she tried to hug him, reassuring him, but he roughly threw her away and swore in the harshest curse.
Lis turned over all the chairs and only then calmed down a little.
“What should we do? I need these soldiers! We will not make it out, Nik, no matter what the hell of a Demon you are! Moreover, you have your endless degrees of freedom, permissions and prohibitions!”
“I will go to my father and return him! “ Karina sobbed.
Nikto nodded.
“Okay, try it. And I will think now, too, what can be done.”
Lis clasped his head in his hands, continuing to curse in an undertone in red and black languages at the same time.
“How could this happen? What didn't he like?”
“Lis, I need to get stoned now, we'll talk later,” said Nikto.
“Get stoned, fuck you! As always, at the wrong time!”
Nikto took Arel and went upstairs with him, locking the room.
“I know everything,” he said, “you have done everything right. You followed my order. I provoked Kors very strongly, if Lis finds out, he won’t forgive me.”
“I won't tell anyone,” Arel stammered.
“You won’t. But tell me something else.”
“What?”
“Sit down.”
Arel immediately obediently knelt down, Nikto sat on the bed opposite. He looked with satisfaction and tenderness at his prince-slave, unable to bear it, reached out with his hand to the ring, tugging at it. Then, as if with an effort, he pulled his fingers away:
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